chug,
now regaining track. Several years ago I met a chap whilst I was on holiday in Malaysia. He was in a wheelchair having lost both legs. We got to talking and it transpired that he had been in the RAF in WW2 as a Sgt pilot. He said he had been shot down during the Dunkirk evacuation but he was not a fighter pilot.
He had been flying a Coastal Command Anson and never saw the a/c that shot him down. He was picked up by a destroyer and by the time he got to hospital amputation was the only option. He was the life and soul of the party and still traveling wherever he wanted.